Let Me Know Something

What is life, what is competition What is Rob but a true musician What are new jacks lacking, facts, but new edition Instead of the editor of fat rhyme classics Now I'm some trick bastard who needs his ass kicked They play me like a vic, who should be home raising kids Instead of running across the stage screaming "There it is" I try to check my rage, act my age Keep the personal shit off the stage, it's impossible There's lots of bull, Hip Hop is full of bullshit artists Offer nothing but crap, and keep their pockets full The world is full of round holes these are square pegs With rhyme skills about as sharp as a boiled egg I lay you flat on your back get the best of y'all I've got the fat that kills quicker than cholesterol It's heart-stopping, chart-topping How could you say you're hot shit, you're not even bird dropping [Hook] Do you like what I do when I do what I do It feel funky to me, is it funky for you True, true, I'm still banging, eff you Now tell me what you plan to do, let me know something I go from night until day Creams scorching them playthings badly Ready to kill when you mistake the Chill for Milton Bradley Darker brother than a Parker Brother, chain-smoking rappers Before I'm through with you I'm gonna spark another You want sweet, see Willy Wonka, I'm tougher than Tonka The way I roll they say I'm out of control Violent, screaming, with my ears steaming, spinning like a demon I'm harder to hold back than semen Silent, deadly when I'm creeping I'm worse than Freddy Krueger cause I'm real I'll get you while you're sleeping I ain't never been a fan of yours If I make you listen check it twice, I'm like an evil Santa Claus And I ain't bringing no gifts and toys I got a bag full of hard times, black eyes, and mad noise Recognize what I'm saying, before we get you There ain't nobody from Chilltown playing with you [Hook]